Chapter 42

"Help!" Riley screamed into the stifling blackness, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She knew she should preserve the precious fluid, but it wouldn't matter if she was going to die anyway. She'd been hallucinating and cooking for what felt like ages in the hot, dark trunk. She banged on the lid and yelled until she was exhausted and weak once more. She took another desperate gulp of water and pinched herself in an attempt to keep her eyes open. She knew she couldn't pass out again. She might not wake up.

Her moronic husband (did Shank really force her to marry him?!) was going to accidentally murder her before he got them to where they were going. She moaned and clutched her aching stomach. She hadn't eaten since the day before. Maybe longer. Fuck, she had no idea how much time had passed since Shank had blown the shit out of her and Soloman's kitchen and stolen her right out of the house. She didn't know how much more punishment her body could withstand.

"Please... Soloman... find me,